Ghost of you |jikook|✔️

Twenty Three

Now this certain scene felt kind of familiar. As it seemed to happen a few times before.

Jimin gulped as he sat on the chair in the living room, hands resting carefully on his knees as he sat straightly. Jungkook who sat in front of him, staring at him so intensely the AI had to look away.

Jungkook thought carefully, trying to puzzle the pieces together, yet no matter what he came up with, it just didn't make any sense.

What he did come up with, was that the room upstairs was most definitely a trigger. He also figured—in the making of AI Park Jimin, there was most definitely something that Dr.Kang didn't explain, something that he left out; and Jungkook was going to find out.

"Do you..." Jungkook cleared his throat, eyes staring intently at the boy in front of him.

"Do you have any sort of idea as to what happened?"

Jimin turned his head, making eye contact once more, as he recalled.

"I went to the dark place for a little bit." Jimin bit his lip, as he fiddled with his fingers then.

"It was scary..."

Jungkook reached forward, taking his hands in his own. As much as he wanted to believe that the AI in front of him was sketchy, dangerous.

He just couldn't, nothing about AI Park Jimin was dangerous, he was just doing his job and that was to take care of Jungkook. That's all he's ever known. He's only ever really known Jungkook, and Yoongi and the other hyungs.

"What about before you were released? Did Dr.Kang say anything about you? Anything at all? What was it like?"

At that, the AI seemed to shut down as he quickly averted his gaze.

remember.

The voice said, at the back of his mind, and he cowered as he let his head drop.

"Scary..." Jimin whispered, his bottom lip trembling.

"You can tell me." Jungkook cooed, sitting up more, squeezing his hands gently.

"My data... or memories.. he's wiped them out before, taken it away, hidden it." Jimin looked up.

"I feel like half of me is real and half of me isn't. I don't know how to explain it."

Jungkook gulped as he leaned in more, curiosity in his gaze.

"If I say too much..." Jimin closed his eyes shut tight."I don't want him to wipe my memories again..."

Jungkook then wrapped his arms around Jimins waist, burying his head into his stomach gently as he was still somewhat knelt in front of him on the floor.

"He won't touch you. You or your memories. I'll protect you, okay?"

Jimin looked down, his fingers grazing through Jungkooks hair.

He spent so long, fearing for the safety of his memories. They might have been gone, but they weren't erased or taken away completely. It was why he always felt like something was wrong around Kang, like he didn't fit. Like there was more to him then he led on.

"Kang has a different perspective... from what he sees as okay, and just mere science experiments. Is what I think others might find...wrong." Jimin mumbled then and Jungkook tensed.

"I think..."

Jimin gulped as he continued to run his hands through Jungkooks hair.

"He put me in a body that wasn't supposed to be mine. I think..."

Jungkook pulled his head away from Jimins stomach, looking up as terror slowly started to etch across his features.

"Someone else is inside with me and it just doesn't feel right. We don't fit but we were forced here."

The AI started to cry then and Jungkook didn't know what to do. He sighed slightly as he pulled the little AI into his arms, setting him in his lap as he sat on the floor.

Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkooks neck, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck as he cried.

"I know I don't belong here," he then whimpered as Jungkook lightly tightened his arms around him.

"I know we don't fit but I don't want to disappear either...not again. If we go back, he's going to force me into the metal again and I don't like it..."

They sat in silence after that. Jungkook in deep thought as he held the AI in his arms. It was Jimins words the other day that rang through his mind.

"He's just as lost and scared as I am."

What did he mean, AIs just didn't have that ability to feel things. What could be so bad that even a bot could be scared?

AI Jimin was different, Jungkook figured that out by now.

But different in terms of how?

How was he able to feel things he shouldn't, how was he able to cry and feel pain and bleed.

Certain thoughts hit his mind then, the only reasonable explanation as to how but each time he thought about it he felt sick to his stomach and it would quickly be averted elsewhere.

It would damn we'll be sickening if it was true and Jungkook didn't want it to be.

He thought about the name real.me and it started to make sense,

He felt himself grow nauseous again.

Jimin nimbly played with the hair on the back of Jungkooks nape as he started to calm down from crying.

The AI can feel Jungkooks troubles and he can feel him thinking deeply about troubling thoughts.

"He said something once." Jimin whispered then, as he turned his head, to face towards Jungkooks face, his cheek resting against his shoulder.

"It didn't make sense to me at the time. I didn't understand."

And what Jimin said next had Jungkook nearly paling over as he felt his stomach completely turn.

"He told me—"

—

Everything was white. All the AI could make out was the blurry figure of a man standing in front of him.

He felt wrong, and heavy.

Like he didn't fit and something didn't sit right.

As his gaze cleared up, it was the face of a man—he wore glasses and he could see his own reflection in the tint of the frame. A face of someone he knew wasn't himself entirely.

This,

This wasn't him.

He's saw this face before, he stood near the bed and stared at it once. Confused.

And now he was inside it.

A newfound terror rose up in the AI.

"You're awake." A deep voice rumbled up and the AI whipped his head towards it.

"D-Dr.Kang? Something isn't right." He mumbled out then as he tried to sit up.

"I don't fit. This isn't right. I don't like it."

The figure who he now recognized as Kang only smiled then, helping Jimin sit up as he took out a syringe and sticking it in his arm.

—

"This is your body now. Get used to it."